Some time later

Bzzzzzzz!

The vibrator comes alive inside you. You stop for a few seconds, enduring the torment, then you keep tiptoeing forward, knowing that your day just started.

Your first stop is the bedroom. As you enter, you stop, and inevitably take a glance at Elena. She is kneeling on a red pillow next to the bed, her eyes covered by a hood, her mouth stuffed with a ballgag that is usually the case unless she has to please Mistress Elizabeth. Both of her hands are chained to her collar and locked by the mittens, and a leash is connected to a D-ring on the bedframe. This way all she can do is to tense, as you enter, and you start cleaning the furniture with your duster gag.

Bzzzzzzz!

The vibrator comes alive again. You bite down on your gag, and groan. And you can see Elena do the same. The timers on your devices still a match.

You wish you didn't have the gag in your mouth, and you could say something. But what? You always wanted to know what it is like being a ****. And now you found out. On one hand you just love how helpless you are. And you fell in love with the idea of being deprived of orgasms. But you also know that this is forever. Something you just can’t wrap your mind around. Even months after the start.

You tense your muscles against the arms of the reverse straitjacket and the straps on your thighs and ankles, in the hope that you could get out somehow. But you can’t do anything.

Bzzzzzzz!

The vibrator comes alive again. Both in a timely manner, but also to serve as a reminder to your duties.

Your next stop is the living room. Even before you would enter, you can see Vanessa, strapped to a pole in her full body outfit, **** to stand on her kneecaps as her legs are strapped together, her arms locked in front of her in a straitjacket.

As a further humiliation, she didn’t receive a hood on her head. This way every guest would see her, so they could register her fate: **** to suck on a giant dildo that is held at a horizontal axis. You recall that she needs to bring the tip down her throat fifteen times each minute, with the occasional breaks thrown in, otherwise the two dildos inside her start to work on full capacity. Just like in your case: she could never get an orgasm. In fact, theoretically she could abandon her task, and join the two of you any minute. But Mistress Elizabeth never granted her the circumstances that would enable her to cherish these sensations. And thus she runs from them, doing her best against the dildo. For as many years your owner might desire.

Your next stop is the guest room. In here you can see Mistress Elizabeth’s former owner. Although the name was never given to you. She is locked inside a vertical cage twenty four seven, wearing a full body suit similar to yours. You can see a feeding tube and two additional tubes to take care of her wastes. She is exposed to the same sensations as you are, except that each time she would reach an orgasm, the device doesn’t just stop: it also gives out an electroshock. Her head is also affixed so she would watch a holo-screen that randomly jumps between the recordings of bound women getting fucked in all three of their openings.

It is a fate you would not wish even on your worst enemy. At least in your case you could learn to cherish the deprivation. But perhaps she found a way too?

After the guest room, you finish up in the apartment. Technically, your task didn’t last long. Only about an hour. But you know for a fact that you are set to repeat it in order to avoid the slightest culmination of dust. Fail to fulfill this obligation, and Mistress Elizabeth will punish you utterly.

Although… A small smile appears on your face, as you already know what your mind calls out for.